Federico Garcia Lorca

Gacela of Unforseen Love

No one understood the perfume of the dark magnolia of your womb Nobody knew that you tormented a hummingbird of love between your teeth. A thousand Persian little horses fell asleep in the plaza with moon of your forehead, while through four nights I embraced your waist, enemy of the snow. Between plaster and jasmins, your glance was a pale branch of seeds. I sought in my heart to give you the ivory letters that say "siempre", "Siempre", "siempre": garden of my agony, your body elusive always, that blood of your veins in my mouth, your mouth already lightless for my death.

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